As an auxiliary professional.
Su Muqing had the fastest reaction. Almost as soon as the flame ignited, a holy healing light accurately landed on the center of the flame.
However, their worries seemed to be unnecessary.
In the flames, a purple-black Sword Light suddenly lit up and slashed forward in a domineering manner!
Boom!
The flames that were enough to melt steel were suddenly split open by this sword!
The demon Magic Array on the ground, which was the core of the trap, was also chopped to pieces.
The figure of Yang Yu stepped out of the split flames, with wisps of green smoke rising from his body, and several corners of his clothes were burnt black.
He raised his hand and looked at the few slight burn marks on his skin.
Under the healing aura of Su Muqing and the recovery effect of Wild Boar King Set, these wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost in the blink of an eye, they were intact as before.
The equipment on his body was burned to some extent, but not to the extent that it affected the effect.
"I'm fine."
Yang Yu stood up and patted the dust on his body. His voice was still calm, but anyone could hear the suppressed anger in it.
The severe pain from being burned by the flames still lingers on the body, and this feeling is not pleasant at all.
He lowered his head and glanced at the dimmed demon Magic Array on the ground, and his eyes turned cold.
This trap is not Dungeon's own, there is still someone's magical aura left on it.
A casually laid trap can actually hurt yourself.
Although the injury was not serious, Iron Will's fatal attack immunity effect was not even triggered.
But this is enough to show that Abe no Seimei is indeed an opponent that cannot be underestimated.
"Asshole! That guy named Abe no Seimei is so despicable! He actually set a trap on the road!"
Su Muyu stomped his feet in anger, waved the little Fist and cursed, "When I see him, I will beat him into a pig's head!"
"How are you? Are you seriously injured?"
Jiang Shuyue walked quickly to Yang Yu and looked him up and down, his tone full of worry.
"I told you it's okay." Yang Yu waved his hand, "It's just a skin injury."
He raised his head and looked towards the front of the passage.
Now that the other party has started to use such despicable methods, it means that they are not far from Final Boss's room.
Be wary of traps?
Too slow.
Moreover, who knows how many more insidious things there are out there.
Yang Yu's eyes turned cold and there was no longer any hesitation.
He raised Abyssal Demon Eye Sword and placed it in front of him.
"Follow me and don't take a single step."
After speaking, he took a deep breath, and the energy in his body surged crazily.
Since you want to play dirty, then I will use the most direct method to crush all your arrangements!
Blade Draw!
Ugh!
A condensed purple-black Sword Qi suddenly burst out from his waist, stuck to the ground, and swept towards the passage ahead!
Boom!
The hard rock ground, in front of this terrifying Sword Qi, was like a plowed field, with a ravine several meters deep being instantly opened!
Debris flew and smoke flew everywhere.
Several trap demons Magic Array hidden under the ground that had not yet been activated were shattered into pieces under the impact of Sword Qi, along with the surrounding rocks.
Yang Yu had no expression on his face, took one step forward, and continued forward along the "safe passage" he had created.
Blade Draw!
Blade Draw!
Blade Draw!
As he walked, he kept waving Sword Qi, plowing the road ahead thoroughly.
For a time, the entire passage was filled with roaring sounds, Sword Qi.
Any hidden traps are of no use in the face of this unreasonable and violent way of clearing the way.
The three women following behind looked at Yang Yu's back, and all of them opened their mouths.
Can it still be... like this?
Su Muyu's eyes were shining with stars, and his face was full of admiration. "Brother Yang Yu is so handsome! So domineering!"
Jiang Shuyue and Su Muqing looked at each other.
Although this man's way of solving problems is simple and crude, it is also very effective.
In this way, with Yang Yu's violent way clearing the way, instead of being slowed down by the trap, their progress was faster than before.
Soon, a huge stone door appeared at the end of the passage.
The stone door is carved with complex and ancient patterns, exuding a strange atmosphere of holiness and depravity.
The door is ajar.
From the crack in the door, bursts of intense energy fluctuations could be heard, as well as... the sound of weapons clashing.
They have arrived.
"It seems we are not too late." Yang Yu stopped, looked through the crack in the door, and looked at the world behind the door.
The three women also came over and cautiously looked inside.
After just one glance, their breathing stopped involuntarily.
Behind the stone gate is an extremely wide rotunda.
The dome of the hall is so high that you can't see beyond the horizon, and the surrounding walls are carved with countless reliefs of angels fighting with Demons. The whole scene is full of Epic-level-like grandeur and desolation.
And in the center of the hall, a brutal siege was taking place.
Hundreds of Ghost-like Monsters in different shapes and exuding ominous auras, like a tide, are frantically besieging a figure suspended in mid-air.
That is a breathtakingly beautiful female angel.
She has long dazzling golden hair, a face as delicate as Deity's most perfect creation, and six pairs of flawless white wings stretching out from her back.
[Projection of Lucifer]
[Difficulty: Mythic]
[Level:30]
[HP:18,974,561 / 20,000,000]
Yang Yu's pupils shrank suddenly.
Mythical Rank!
This was a level he had never heard of.
Although it was just a projection, the blood volume of 20 million was far beyond his expectation.
What shocked him even more was that the ancestor of Fallen Angel, her body was not completely eroded by Abyss, and she still maintained such a sacred posture.
What the hell is going on?
At this time, Fallen Angel among Legendary difficulty is facing endless siege.
Those ghost-like monsters, all with ferocious faces, charged at her fearlessly.
However, the projection of Lucifer just floated quietly in place, without any expression on its face.
Behind her, dense Light Sword phantoms appeared out of thin air, numbering in the hundreds.
As she waved her hand, those Light Sword turned into streams of light, accurately shooting at the ghosts that rushed towards them.
Puff! Puff!
Each Light Sword can easily penetrate a ghost.
But the number of those ghosts is too great. When one batch dies, a new batch will immediately be summoned from a strange Magic Array on the ground, endlessly.
In such an endless war of attrition, Lucifer's blood volume continues to decrease at a slow but steady rate.